Between Light and Dark [descent]

[Ember]

WARREN

Warren was struck with a sense of validation upon hearing the voice of the goddess as it rang, sweet and clear as a bell, in his mind. He had to wonder how he'd made it thus far in life not knowing her, her omnipotence, but acting according to what he felt was a higher calling in his youth. Specifically, he wondered if he'd been acting according to her will when he split the throats of old packmates.

Given their misdeeds, he felt compelled to think he had.

With a heart freed from the burden of guilt by her calling, he settled quietly along the edge of Crowberry Lake, his tail a stiff, straight line leading from his haunches into the muddy grass at his back. He turned his yellow eyes skyward, blinking away the residual stinging that had resulted when he'd first witnessed her blinding descent into his realm. And then, inwardly, he spoke.

Goddess, he pleaded, assuming with no small amount of confidence she had the authority to know his thoughts. For, surely, he had no reason to speak physically the desires of his mind, if she had first spoken into his. If it is your will, let me become as a shadow.

Kenren
Wish I could have made this longer/better, but in a bit of a rush. x) Yay for Chaos!

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[Kenren]

C H A O S "Brilliant, murderous child... Yes, you shall become the darkness. Wreak havoc with your gift." At the beginner level, Warren will find that shadows seem to cling to him, perhaps making him even harder to see in a shadowed area. If he focuses, he will be able to move truly without making a sound, so if he does this while in the shadows he could possibly go completely unnoticed. He will be able to see in the dark almost as well as day if he focuses as well.

CODING BY TEMPEST.

Ember

[Ember]

WARREN

He'd heard her voice before, yet when the Goddess spoke for a second time, Warren found himself unable to keep from starting. Fortunately, for the sake of his image, no one else seemed to be in the area.

Time spent convalescing following the mudslide which had claimed the majority of his hearing had done little to repair his ability to understand others' speech. He'd grown used to silence, the occasional, irritating ringing that assaulted his mind. Somehow, it was an unsettling experience — having his physical limitations bypassed by the telepathy of this higher being. He did not fault himself for the slight unease that crept just beneath his skin at being addressed through such direct means.

Finally, as he gathered his composure, he returned his focus to the stark, night sky overhead. The Goddess, wherever she might have landed, was beyond sight. However, though he felt hardly different following her blessing, he did not doubt the sincerity of her words. Perhaps she knew his heart, his craving for purpose, and had chosen to grant him that which he desired to assist in his quest to find his calling.

His lips twitched, daring to curl into a ghost of a smile. My gratitude.

Kenren

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